roses in the fire

i throw your roses in the fire

to make the flames a little higher

i watch your roses turn to dust

i know no man that i can trust

i throw your roses in the fire

'cause i burn with pity and desire

i'll be your vision dressed in black

who won't be back

another woman's on the telephone

pick it up

tell her you're home

i see your face turn into broken glass

talking slow

thinking fast

i throw your roses in the fire

no one could say i didn't try

i watch your roses fall like tears

i've crawled this path for all these years

i throw your roses in the fire

to burn away the old desire

we were a desperate pair of souls

so let me go

another woman has her point of view

let her talk

now that we're through

i see your face retreat behind the glass

oh i'll kill you if we can't be friends

i'll bleed like diamonds running

through your hands

i'll be a bitter taste you can't forget

and i won't leave this world until you relent

i throw your roses on the fire

to burn away the old desire

i watch your roses turn to dust

i know no man that i can trust

i throw your roses in the fire

to make the flames a little higher

i'll be your vision dressed in black

who won't be back

i won't be back

i won't be back